Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
The imperious dome of the sky is resolutely blue, with a faint haze of deeply humid air, slightly wafted by an over-heated wind, rustling foliage, relieving but minimally the cloying atmosphere.
All is tranquil, barely a sound emanates from any ambient source. Even the depleted watercourse no longer runs but lethargically; barely a ripple to glance back the burning orb of the sun.
A sudden, high-pitched shriek alarms the air, as a hawk pitches itself into spirals through the dense heat of the sky. A blackbird, pecking desultorily on dry ground suddenly spreads wing, thrusting wildly into the receiving sky.
There are no small woodlands animals yet to be seen, wary in their dens. Several brown, striped feathers lie in testimony to a recent night-time drama that unfolded with desperation never heard.
Uncaring buttercups and Solomon's seal reveal their flowery presence. Fleabane perkily blooms, and cowvetch begins its strangling summer devotional. Blue-eyed grass blooms in great innocence.
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